Two as One Princesses

"Speaking of which, it sounds like you go to a tavern every now and then."

"If I could sing and get paid, I'd be happy. And then the information comes in."

"You have information."

Brass, it's been about a month since I started partying with you.

Even when it comes to parties, we act together about half the week. Apparently the other half has been requested, but the more you accomplish. I won't even fail, but I'm injured, and they're taking money at church. I can say that my income and expenses are zero. We don't go to church first, so I don't know how much money they'll take, but if the injury heals soon, they'll take it quite a bit.

It feels more like a hospital than a church. But the money that I will pay then will be a donation.

Celia called me today for some reason, and Carol and I are waiting.

If you are aware, will you also be dating for more than six months? Perhaps it's short when it's a normal feeling, but the sire gaze is about second only to the duke.

"By and large, if you don't like songs, your profession won't be the same."

"If you ask me, it is. But you, don't you want a lot of magic?

"I've only known songs longer than witchcraft."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 10."

"You don't have the right kind of cuteness for the year."

'I wonder what you're really talking about. He's so adorable.'

"Uh, am I adorable?

"I think so."

'You are, you are...!

"What's wrong?

It's nothing.

Though I don't think it's a good idea to look at Ciel and say he doesn't look good.

Until I ran away from the mansion, I guess I wasn't used to being praised because I was so full of running away that I couldn't give him much praise.

In order not to get caught up in the weird guy, you might want to give him a little compliment from now on.

Not much praise from the front, though I'm not used to it either, but I'm not lying, and I wouldn't be able to.

"Speaking of which, does Mr. Carroll know anything about drugs that use demon stones?

"Where did you learn that?

If I could make that pill with the demonic stone of the B-rank demon, I asked if I could increase my magic, but my sharp gaze returned.

Will this be the right time, though I thought one day I would talk about why my hair grew white?

I didn't mean to change it and talk about it, but I thought it would make things a little different.

"I don't know if it's the same medicine Mr. Carroll thinks it is, but when he says where it is, it's when he's locked in."

"I'll change the question. How do you want to know about that medicine?

"Oh, because you can certainly use it to kill people.

Do you think I will use it against others?

"Because it's good, could you answer me? In some cases, we have to catch him here now as a dangerous person."

Mr. Carroll exudes a rare, advanced hunter-like force.

Is the temperature dropping, I can see condensation in the windows, but not cold as I was protected by the junction.

If I get this wrong, the ice spear is going to fly. Brass, they pushed you. He was pissed off at the stomach, but he overdid it.

"You wanted to know why. I just want to know what medication you used when you were trapped."

"... sorry to scare you"

When I wondered if the intimidation that was coming out of Mr. Carroll had subsided, I hung myself in the chair like I had lost my strength. You're thinking of something as it is, holding your head down with your hands.

In view of this reaction, it seems that that medicine is not common. Leaving aside whether the presence is known or not, it may be something to be categorized as dramatic or poisonous.

It will die almost 100% if used by people who have never treated it like magic, so I guess it's the kind of drug that is forbidden to use as a drama or poison.

"I wonder how often you said it was used"

"Not indispensable every day - five years from the age of five to escape"

"You're alive and well."

"I'm confirming, that medicine compresses the magic that was living in the Demon Stone and lets it run wild in your body, right?

"Yeah, I've never seen a eagle in real life either, but it's a drug treasured among nobles as a poison.

Whatever, just let the magic run wild, it's not like poison, so there's no poison reaction. Runaway magic is also good because any of it falls out on its own, right? I've been trying to check the circuits lately, though I can tell by one shot.

Instead of using it because of its annoyance, it should also be prohibited to possess it. Fortunately, it costs a lot of money to make it, so if it's not so much, I won't be out there. "

"Perhaps if you were Mr. Carroll, you wouldn't die drinking it. It's a pain in the ass."

"I don't plan on getting drunk."

"It's not a sin because you drank this, is it?

"If the poisoned side that forbids possession is guilty, it's a sin."

I'm kind of tired of Mr. Carroll, but was it that shocking?

Honestly, I've never been dying of that pill, so as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't stick.

But if it was just Ciel, considering it was unbearable without her hair on the circuit, maybe it was a bad pill.

I mean, was the Duke at that stage, just in case? I deserve to die, and if I survive, I'll use it, like. Considering that, the Duke would have been surprised that Ciel continued to survive, and his dismay when he was a dance princess would be unimaginable.

If you try this one, I just want to tell you to look at it.

"But now I know. You have enough to survive taking that pill. It's natural to be strong."

"This is why I survived."

Bring it forward to hold long hair.

Mr. Carroll's gaze just nailed to his bright white hair, and he starts explaining.

"This hair is the result of shoving rampant magic."

"It was gold, wasn't it? I mean, I guess you're trying to tell me that every single one of those hairs is a circuit."

"Sounds like it. I only know the result that I became a circuit, so I don't know what reason I became a circuit.

But I guess people with white hair excel as magicians because they can circuitize their hair. In other words, I think when it comes to circuitry, my hair gets white. "

"A new discovery. You can call it a big discovery. But you can't publish that."

"Even if I'm five, I can handle it."

"It's just you. Ha... It's hard for me to know I shouldn't go ahead even though I have some dressed research material in front of me."

Leaking a sigh, Mr. Carol reminds me that she is beautiful, but she has not been followed up on anything because she is sorry to make a statement.

There are other things besides this that might interest Mr. Carroll, such as Ciel and my condition, rituals that pull God, and the drugs that can be used to enhance magic, but they are all likely to fall into contraindications in this world.

"You don't seem to be able to make drugs."

"Something that would be convenient if there were more magic, but would not be less magical at this stage.

Why don't you think about selling demon stones or maybe you can't use them anywhere else?

'Right. Instead, you're thankful you've been using expensive drugs for five years'

'Ayn, you may be, but you're pretty tight, aren't you?

What an exchange, Mr. Celia came.

"Thank you for waiting. Is something wrong?

"I waited. And I can't tell you what happened.

I don't think so, but I was wondering if you could guess. "

"I'm curious, but now, that's the point.

Mr. Siermeer came here to ask about you, Brass. "

"Can you ask me that? I think it was my exam too."

By disparaging you here, Brass, you'll also be able to raise your own profile.

That's why they didn't think it was a good idea to call me, but not to see the look on their faces.

"I've already seen enough of your work as a party.

Come to think of it, you can do it all solo, so you can do any job if you go into a party, right?

Collaboration on the battle side, which was anxious, is also sufficient in the sense of ensuring that the said work is carried out. Every time, I wonder if he's left alone until he's in danger, but the ultimate support seems to endure advanced practical use. "

"You've been partying for a month, and I'm pretty much passing on this.

If I could, as a senior hunter, I hope you could give me instructions... "

"I can't. You listen to me because it's about directing me."

"Yeah, I know. Brass, I have a problem on your side, so I'm not going to ask you there.

It's just the training cooperation of the hunters in the lower ranks, so we're going to go into the evaluation, so I'd like you to party a little more unless things go wrong... "

"If that's the case, I'm fine."

Better impressions on the part of the Hunter Union are not a bad thing in themselves if we try, so we will not reject them.

Mr. Celia looks horrible, but perhaps working with me like this won't lead to his regeneration.

"So Brass, I'm talking about you, what does it feel like? You don't mind me being frank, so let me know."

"Not for hunters, sir."

To my immediate answer, Mr. Celia laughs as if he is in trouble.

"What is it like, for example?"

"With strength alone, you can fight steadily on your own with up to two goblins, so it won't be hard to do it as an E-class hunter.

If you're one-on-one, you can also do it at the top of the E-rank, so if you're a little stronger, you might also be able to fight D-rank demons only one-on-one. But other than that, it's devastating.

Walk appropriately without thinking to find a target, and when you find a target, try to fight yourself one-on-one anyway. I'll leave all the rest to my people, so the more enemies you have, the less you'll be. I'll find it here and stick it in from the front without worrying about it, even in a favorable condition, and I won't even try to listen to this one. You've probably never seen my battle before.

You have the power to spot the strongest of the herds, so if you use it well, you may turn it into something, but you only use it to find the person you fight, so it's a treasure rot. "

There's more, but that's about it for now.

When Celia sees Mr. Carroll, Mr. Carroll nods and returns.

"You're right. Probably not working well at night.

Anyway, I have personality difficulties. You can't come down on track because you got a senior swordsman such a profession. I really think it's up to me to accomplish this request when I go to ask for it with this girl.

I don't know how I can come to such a conclusion.

In the first place, I wonder why I would be able to get a top E request with this kid. "

"Okay. I apologize to Mr. Siermeer, but I'll have him hang out a few more times."

Celia sighs for some reason, but as long as you try this one, you'll be happy with a few more.

I don't know when I'm going to get a C-level promotion, but considering it's been a year in a few months since I've been in the town of Sanois, it seems good to think I can be in between. If you can't, Celia and I will have an explanation.

Would the best harvest of the day have been to find out that that drug is pretty nasty?